Jumbles
My thoughts are kind of jumbled today in a sort of list of things that keep repeating.
I looked up hats on Google the other day because I am suddenly fascinated with the idea of them, even though I know that I would never become a regular hat wearer unless I married royalty in England (yes, you, William, if you're paying attention) and got the opportunity to attend polo matches regularly. Of course, everyone would hate me because I would inevitably make some rude comment about the idle rich and they would throw me and my hat out.
I've also recently become interested in haute couture fabric, as a result of my recent trip to France. I want some. I just don't know where to get it. And similar to the hat, I'm not sure what I would do with it unless my life situation changed drastically.
I bought more wine. I am not an alcoholic, but I am addicted to acquiring wine. Yes, there's a difference. It's like collecting art, but cheaper. And drinkable.
School's out for now. I feel as though now is my chance to do some unsupervised creation, but I don't know what to create. The possibilities are literally endless. But I'm ruminating on it.
I'm holding my breath about my work situation, which I hope will improve with a change of venue. It would be a much needed change of scenery, as well as attitude.
I had a strange dream last night in which I was marrying my heart's desire and I needed another bouquet of purple roses, but then decided the red lilies would do because the florist had already closed for the day. I also instructed the pianist to play something, anything, besides the traditional Wedding March, because I refused to have any music written by that pompous anti-Semite Wagner played or heard at MY wedding. And it was on the beach of course. And I told him he could wear whatever he wanted, so he chose the pinstriped pants and the checkered coat. And then I woke up, still a little annoyed that I didn't get more purple roses, but glad I had drawn the line where Wagner was concerned.
There are sparrows outside my window tearing apart a nest that's been there a few months (empty). I wonder if these are the babies coming back home and pilfering materials for their own new nests. It's really quite fascinating; they seem to be taking turns getting stuff, and flying around in this little group and chattering to each other about everything.
I looked up hats on Google the other day because I am suddenly fascinated with the idea of them, even though I know that I would never become a regular hat wearer unless I married royalty in England (yes, you, William, if you're paying attention) and got the opportunity to attend polo matches regularly. Of course, everyone would hate me because I would inevitably make some rude comment about the idle rich and they would throw me and my hat out.
I've also recently become interested in haute couture fabric, as a result of my recent trip to France. I want some. I just don't know where to get it. And similar to the hat, I'm not sure what I would do with it unless my life situation changed drastically.
I bought more wine. I am not an alcoholic, but I am addicted to acquiring wine. Yes, there's a difference. It's like collecting art, but cheaper. And drinkable.
School's out for now. I feel as though now is my chance to do some unsupervised creation, but I don't know what to create. The possibilities are literally endless. But I'm ruminating on it.
I'm holding my breath about my work situation, which I hope will improve with a change of venue. It would be a much needed change of scenery, as well as attitude.
I had a strange dream last night in which I was marrying my heart's desire and I needed another bouquet of purple roses, but then decided the red lilies would do because the florist had already closed for the day. I also instructed the pianist to play something, anything, besides the traditional Wedding March, because I refused to have any music written by that pompous anti-Semite Wagner played or heard at MY wedding. And it was on the beach of course. And I told him he could wear whatever he wanted, so he chose the pinstriped pants and the checkered coat. And then I woke up, still a little annoyed that I didn't get more purple roses, but glad I had drawn the line where Wagner was concerned.
There are sparrows outside my window tearing apart a nest that's been there a few months (empty). I wonder if these are the babies coming back home and pilfering materials for their own new nests. It's really quite fascinating; they seem to be taking turns getting stuff, and flying around in this little group and chattering to each other about everything.
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